Chapter 45
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At Nina's words, Kirill looked at her with an amused face and said, "Armillary sphere?"
"Nina, you seem highly educated, but then you're so ignorant, it's hard to figure you out."
"Something like that."
Nina shrugged and pointed to Kirill's square pyramid.
"So, what is that?"
"It's an object needed for sages to use their power. It's called 'Taruk.' It means 'origin' in the Yara language."
As Kirill opened her hand, the eight faces separated, revealing a rhombus-shaped object inside. Light shone from within, rotating.
"Yara language?"
"We all came from Yara. A long time ago, when the beautiful land of Yara in the west collapsed, we came to this desolate east."
Kirill spoke as if reading a passage from a book and shrugged.
"Now, it's probably only a language used by sages? Ah, right. It's also part of the education of the upper nobility, so how about learning some of it?"
"I don't have a talent for languages, so I'll pass."
Nina waved her hand. In short, it must be like Latin.
"Tsk, tsk, young people these days have no spirit."
Kirill clenched her fist, and her Taruk disappeared.
"When I was young, I left Bluestone Island and declared that I wouldn't use this power, that I was good enough without it."
Kirill grinned.
"But then I thought, why shouldn't I use something I worked so hard to get?"
"So, you came to tell me you're going to use magic?"
Kirill frowned.
"Am I at an age where I'd come to tell you about such a decision? No, something interesting came out of my experiments, so I came to tell you about it."
"Something interesting?"
"Hair growing medicine."
Nina blinked and then dashed forward as if propelled.
"Really? Really?"
"Yes. I don't know much, but it'll be helpful for making money, right?"
"Of course!"
Nina jumped up and down.
"Show me right away. Quickly."
"My legs aren't good these days, oops."
Nina lifted her up in a flash.
"Let's go."
"Wait, you little rascal."
Kirill was taken aback, not expecting Nina to lift her up, and couldn't even speak properly.
Nina went straight to the lab with Kirill in her arms, and Randel in the lab looked surprised.
Nina put Kirill down and asked.
"Hair growing medicine!"
Randel smiled slightly at Nina's excited face. He stood up and said.
"Actually, I wasn't trying to make such a medicine, but rather a medicine to heal external wounds using the regenerative abilities of the Star Cluster Flower and Silver Leaf Grass. I was trying to promote the division and regeneration of certain cells-."
"Randel."
"Yes."
Nina looked into Randel's beautiful blue eyes and said.
"Sorry, but the conclusion first."
Randel pushed up his glasses lightly, looking displeased.
"I'll listen to everything later."
His face softened slightly at Nina's promise. Kirill was annoyed.
"What's the big deal. Nina, come here."
Kirill showed her the potion. And she also showed her the test subject, a mouse.
"Oh..."
The mouse's hair was very lush.
"I applied this potion, but it wasn't very effective on wounds. As a side effect, it just grew a lot of hair and got longer."
Kirill explained simply.
"For now, I think we need to test it on people."
"Please do."
Nina looked at the mouse with eyes shining like Tae Yang. Kirill nodded.
'Hair Loss Cure.'
Nina imagined filling a bathtub with gold coins.
'Gold coin bath... Hmm, I'd get crushed to death. Gold is heavy.'
Reason stopped the sweetness of the imagination, but it didn't matter. Either way, it would make money.
Kirill smiled as she looked at Nina, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Are you that happy?"
"Of course. Ah, of course, I'm sorry that the research was a failure."
Kirill chuckled at Nina's polite words and lowered her head.
"I'm glad to be of help. I'm glad, Acting Duchess."
Nina's eyes widened like saucers, and she smiled.
"I thank you for your hard work."
Randel cleared his throat, and Nina and Kirill turned their attention to him.
"There's one more thing I'd like to say."
"What is it?"
At Nina's words, he took out a document. It was important-looking parchment with gold leaf decorations.
"This is a statement issued by Bluestone Island. It's a confirmation that wheat or Oil tree do not harm the human body in any way."
Nina accepted the document with a bright smile. The words written in elegant handwriting were a certificate from Bluestone Island, with Archsage Randel as the guarantor.
Nina's eyes widened.
"I didn't expect you to be the guarantor."
"Since it's something I've confirmed, I have to be the guarantor."
Nina nodded with satisfaction at the gentle, soft voice.
"You will never regret it."
"I wouldn't have guaranteed it otherwise."
Nina grinned. Now, all she had to do was sow this wheat, and the yield would skyrocket!
The duchy's income would skyrocket!
White bread would skyrocket!
As Nina let out a sly smile, Randel pushed up his glasses slightly and asked.
"Then, would you mind taking a walk with me for a moment?"
Nina nodded and offered her arm for escort. Randel hesitated for a moment, then gently placed his hand on her arm. Nina said to Kirill.
"I'll be back."
Kirill sat down in her chair and waved her hand, saying, "Go ahead." Her gaze had already shifted to the test tubes.
The two of them left Kirill's lab and began walking around the outer garden. Randel said cautiously.
"The weather is nice."
"Yes, it's full spring during the day now. It's chilly at night, though."
Randel's magnificent blonde hair sparkled like a lump of pure gold in the sunlight. He stopped and took his hand away, and Nina lowered her arm.
Randel was wearing a blue robe, and he had tied the long, trailing robe up short with a belt.
"I asked for your time because I had something to tell you."
"Is it about herbs?"
Randel smiled lightly at those words and shook his head. Then, he slowly took off his glasses with both hands.
'No, why the personality?'
Nina looked at him, involuntarily tense. Randel folded his glasses and put them in his pocket, looking down at her askew.
"I'm not an idiot."
"Who would call the Archsage of Bluestone Island that?"
A crooked smile appeared on his face at Nina's words.
"Lady Nina, I am being polite. I hope you will be too."
"I am also being polite enough. I hope you'll get to the point."
"It seems that the shadow of the ducal family, which I thought was on the verge of death, is stretching longer and wider than I thought."
Nina frowned slightly. Was he talking about the information network that Adrian was running?
But she knew nothing about it.
So she didn't know why he was picking a fight.
"So?"
Instead of asking, 'What are you talking about?' at her question, Nina stared intently at Randel.
"I didn't expect you to dig into my personal affairs. Those unlucky mainlanders are always like this."
Randel looked down at Nina with cold eyes. He suppressed the bubbling anger inside.
The fact that the other person knew all about his past was extremely unpleasant.
Especially if they had searched through it to find weaknesses.
This person standing there with a brazen face and a pure white expression as if nothing was wrong was just as unpleasant.
"What do you want from me?"
